#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
